alarm clock that needs no winding
except for some corn and grain,
a plump hen for amoré
and maybe a bit of competition
to keep you sharp,
Your morning greeting is welcome
in my world, far less jarring
than the windup kind
even if it is a bit soon, especially
now, when the sun is slow
to rise atop these hills.
I can tell by looking
that your manners are impeccable,
No pun intended, feathered friend.
You are quite the farmyard swain
with that fancy comb, jaunty
O noble bird,
protector of the flock, may you have
a long and happy reign over your harem
and when future holidays demand a dinner
that is fit for a king, may time and fate conspire
to make you too tough for the table.